Billionaire Baby Daddy

Chapter 3 Become His Staff

ABIGAIL POV

“What is that in your hand?” the tall man asks gruffly as his eyes move from me over to the papers Archer is holding.

“Boss, what brings you here?” As he says, he hands the papers over. “I was just interviewing her, but she isn’t going to be a good fit.”

My gaze follows the papers and falls on this Boss. The tall man quickly scans the form and turns his stare on me.

His icy and piercing stare sends shivers down my spine in an instant.

His face is handsome, with a straight and well-proportioned nose that supports the three-dimensional contour of it. His thin lips are slightly pursed, and he exudes an aura that keeps people at a distance. His thick hair complies with his handsome face. With a slightly raised chin, his kingly temperament is overwhelming. Below is a sexy Adam's apple, which contrasts with his noble and elegant attire, emitting a sense of restraint.

His Italian handmade suit showcases exquisite cufflinks, revealing a glimpse of his fair wrist, clean and understated. The suit pants outline his perfect bodyshape, and every move he makes shines brightest among the crowd.

However, his gaze is particularly cold. His emerald green eyes like the cool forest in summer, but darker and coolr. When he narrows his eyes, he seem to casually assess his prey like a fierce beast. A shiver runs down my spine, feeling the sudden oppression, especially in this close proximity, given his towering height of 2 meters.

"Why did you suddenly decide to study in Italy?" he asks me, breaking the silence.

"Huh?"

"I noticed that you were studying modern architecture at a university in the United States for half a year, and then abruptly interrupted your studies to go to Italy. Can you tell me the reason?"

My heart skips a beat. What should I say? Should I mention being kicked out by my father for losing my virginity?

I pause for a moment and respond, "Because classical architecture is the foundation and basis of contemporary design. I believe that understanding the roots is essential to excel in modern design."

His expression seems skeptical, as if saying, "Are you sure it's not because you failed too many courses and decided to switch schools?"

Archer, who is standing nearby, mocks, "Wow, I never expected your mindset to be as conservative as your attire! Those European relics are outdated. Our company is dedicated to designing the latest and trendiest architecture!"

It's clear that this man is using all his might to challenge and reject me. I can't tolerate it any longer. Taking a deep breath, I speak up.

"As a professional in the field of architecture, especially as the director of a renowned American architectural firm like yours, I assume you've heard of the Royal Ontario Museum. It started with a Neo-Romanesque style and later underwent renovations in the decorative arts style. By 2007, Daniel Libeskind transformed it into a modern masterpiece using extensive glass and metal."

“If not that, how about the Moritzburg Art Museum? Or the Brooklyn Museum? Surely you must have heard of these classic buildings that blend both classical and modern elements?"

I look at him, his face filled with astonishment, and continue, "At the very least, you must know the Louvre, right? There's a glass pyramid in front of the main entrance, now an iconic landmark in Paris. It's a perfect example of blending glass and the Louvre, a fusion of modernity and classicism."

"So, are you saying that all these world-renowned architectural designs are garbage?"

"Uh, I..."

I see his mouth forming an “O” shape, his face turning red and then pale. I turn to his boss with a smile and say, "As a director of a well-known architectural company, if you're so unfamiliar with these renowned works, perhaps you should reconsider your hiring standards."

"Furthermore, as an architect, one shouldn't categorize works based on classical or modern labels. The ultimate reflection of a work is its beauty. Whether it's classical, modern, or a blend of both, what does it matter as long as it's beautiful?"

Archer and the boss fall into contemplation.

"For example, the building you work in is very modern, very contemporary. However, it could benefit from some Roman columns at the main entrance to soften its edges and make it even more perfect, in my opinion."

Their expressions turn to shock, as if such words shouldn't come from an interviewee applying for a junior position.

Okay, so I'm glad I didn't end up with a company that judges people based on appearances and backgrounds rather than abilities.

I straighten my collar and stand up, saying, "I believe I may not be suitable for this position. Thank you both for your time."

"Also, I'd like to add that the Italian university I later attend is much harder to get in than the one I went to before."

I don't want to check their expressions anymore, so I turn around and head towards the door.

"Hold on a moment."

I hear the boss's voice from behind.

I turn back.

The boss stands up, walks towards me, and looks into my eyes. He says, "I apologize for our earlier arrogance. Indeed, art should not be measured by labels."

"Furthermore, you are right about the suggestion you make. I design this building, but I always feel like it is missing something, not quite perfect. Thank you for reminding me."

His sharpness diminishes in his green eyes, replaced by a genuine sincerity.

"So, I think we should hire you. Are you willing to accept?"

My heart skips a beat. After the debate just now, I think I have lost the job opportunity, but it is still mine! My rational side tells me that I need a job, and I have a daughter to support. I should accept it.

"Alright, yes."

"Be here tomorrow at 9 a.m. for your first day."

"No problem." I quickly walk out, my heart pounding, unable to believe that I actually get the job.

I hear Archer shouting from behind, "Mason, are you serious? She practically humiliated us! And you're actually hiring her? I won't have any peace..."

"Shut your mouth."

...

After the interview, my mind is immersed in shock and joy, so I decide to spend a little more time in the lounge before leaving the building.

As I contemplate calling Giuliana next, I pass by an office and hear some strange sounds coming from inside.

"Very good, keep going," a man's deep and penetrating voice echoes.

It sounds like the boss who just agrees to hire me, that man called Mason.

I can't resist looking through the window and what I see makes me blush.

Mason is sitting at his desk, while a curvy woman stands across from him, wearing nothing but underwear and stockings.

I almost exclaim because I can't believe that the CEO of Greenwood would be enjoying a striptease in his office!

After all, he seems so reserved!

"Oh, Mason, how do you like it?" the woman says, caressing herself. "Your fiancée, me, stripping down piece by piece in your office..."

Mason raises an eyebrow and touches his nose, staring at the woman without saying a word.

I am even more shocked when I hear the woman refer to herself as Mason's fiancée.

"Exciting," Mason replies, his finger nearing his lips playfully.

The woman lets out a pleasurable laugh and breathes heavily. Then, she takes off her stockings, balls them up, and throws them at Mason before turning around and shaking her buttocks at him.

At that moment, I catch a glimpse of the woman's face through the window! I know her!

She is Fiona, my stepmother Naomi's sister!

Oh my goodness, I'm shocked once again and I cover my mouth.

I quickly glance around, preparing to leave the building before anyone catches me peeking.

As I step out of the building, my heart is still pounding, and the scene I just witnessed is incredibly impactful for me.

My boss and his fiancée were flirting in the office, and his fiancée happens to be my stepmother's sister!

After calming myself down, I find a cozy coffee shop and take a seat. I order an iced coffee, a rare treat I didn't often get in Italy, and then I pull out my phone to call Giuliana.

“Hello?” she answers the second ring.

“Hey girl, guess who just got the job!” I say before taking a sip of my latte.

“No way! Congratulations!” Giulia squeals from the other end in excitement.

“Yep, I start tomorrow morning with onboarding. I just wanted you to be the first person I tell. I also wanted to thank you again for everything you have done so far. Mia seems to be adjusting pretty well.” I hope she hears the gratitude in my voice.

“No worries girl, I know if lives were swapped, you’d do the same for me.” She replies as if it’s nothing.

"Thank you, Giulia. You know, it's really great to have you around. So, how is Mia doing?" I ask Giuliana.

"She was just busy arranging her toys in her room, and now she's tired and taking a nap. Sleeping as cute as a little piglet," Giuliana responds with a soft laugh.

"Oh, that's wonderful! I can't wait to go home and see her, and have dinner together with you!" I say excitedly before ending the call.